Chapter 17
Vin struggled to keep his grin firmly in place as Beau gawked at the cars. The earlier tour hadn’t included the garage, which housed most of his grandfather’s “wine country” cars. As Grampa was fond of saying, “When God created California, he had the Vantage in mind.” Not, mind you, that Grampa would ever let Vin drive the Aston Martin. Not today; not any day. Perhaps, maybe, if Vin was very, very careful, he might be able to drive it when he was old and respectable, like maybe in his next life.
“Wipe your chin, sweetheart,” Vin said after Beau did his best imitation of a statue. “Stuff to do, places to see, and I know just the road to demonstrate the handling on the Boxter. That one.” He pointed out the silver metallic convertible at the end of the row.
Beau flushed. “I keep
